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Longing

 

Longing?what do i know of that?

Perhaps it feels like the parched
Earth before a queching shower,drenching all and sundry.

Or perhaps it may feel like the
Tiny blades of grass-stretching,straining
Incessantly,foiled in their efforts to feel
A touch of sunlight.

Perhaps it feels like the glass on a windowpane
Waiting for the first raindrop to caress it.

Perhaps it feels like the hand, waiting for
that one touch of another hand- a touch to fulfill all desires.

Perhaps it feels like the soul
Devoid of human love and care; with
nothing to live for and no cause to die for.

Perhaps,perhaps,I do not know……

Longing!what do i know of that?

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About keatslover

I'm an avid Keats fan( as is pretty obvious, I'm sure) and a student of English Literature. I love to read and to write and to dance. I'm just an ordinary teen from India who wants a platform to express how she feels about things. In short, I need to get my voice out there. Hope all the readers like what i write. And hope that there are readers.

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